I remember that one.
My husband and I were just talking about our favorite memories of snow; and we both loved the way it made everything so quiet. But one thing I really miss is the occasional jingle of tire chains on cars going by. We never hear that in this area anymore.
“our favorite memories of snow; and we both loved the way it made everything so quiet.”
I had paper routes my last years in Virginia. I’d be out walking my route in the wee hours, just me and the falling snow, illuminated by streetlights and the absolute quiet.
I loved it. I wish I still lived where it snows instead of stuck in SoCal, where our seasons are firestorms and Santa Ana winds. And earthquakes.
“memories of snow; and we both loved the way it made everything so quiet.”
That’s true. When living near Buffalo on Lake Erie, if I opened my eyes first thing in the morning, from the sound — lack thereof, actually — I knew it had snowed overnight.
The sound of chains.... wow